"Have you lost your mind, Kraig? This place is too dangerous!" Kendrick spoke up, irritated.
"Well, you need your mate too, don't you?" Kraig asked and Kendrick shrugged.
"I can't miss her if I don't even know her!"
Kraig was very good with drawings, although he didn't go around revealing this talent to anyone. He had drawn Nora and rummaged through his drawer for her portrait.
"Look." Kendrick looked, and when he saw the drawing, his eyes flashed with something Kraig knew was: recognition and desire.
"Who is this princess?" Kendrick asked.
"This is your princess, Kendrick. This is Nora, your mate." Kraig said and started to laugh. "You can wipe the drool. It's almost dripping all over me."